Page 18 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

“Heels stay on, Babygirl,” he cajoles and shuffles back to pull his shirt from his waistband.

I wait in anticipation to see his fantasy body. I’ve fallen asleep many times pressed up against his masterpiece chest but it’s always a thrill to see him undress.

It thrills me just watching.

He whips it off and I scan over the tats inked into his muscles. Japanese characters are his thing and he wears them well. What always hits me though is the Roman numeral for the number ten.

That’s for Frankie. He was killed on the tenth month of the tenth day nearly eight years ago now.

It’s how Salvatore remembers him. Gabe has the same tattoo, but right now I’m not thinking of Gabe or anybody else.

I see Salvatore and the tattoo brings to memory something Frankie once told me. Frankie told me to keep my eyes open when it came to Salvatore. He said if I looked a little deeper I’d see more. I’d see maybe something, maybe the answer to what I was looking for.

That was so long ago, a few years after Mom died. I was sixteen when he told me that. Maybe he could see how broken I was inside and the times when I felt less bad were all the times I was with Salvatore.

Look at me years later.

I’m looking at Salvatore and I see more. I see more. The instant I do, the thing I fear threatens to rear its ugly head and break through the sexual haze.

My desire for this moment however is stronger. It’s stronger than fear.

I want it so bad I push it away and scan over the masterpiece man standing before me.

He undoes his belt buckle and a grin slides across his chiseled jaw when he notices the way my gaze drops to the massive bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.

I’m about to come undone just from the mere sight of his pants slinking against his hips revealing the Calvin Klein logo on the waistband of his boxers.

The man is too sexy for his own good. The sexiness ripples from him and weakens me further when he pushes his pants and boxers down his legs at the same time unleashing his massive cock.

Fuck…

My lips part and I have to swallow hard against the blush that sweeps over my entire body. I’m pretty sure I’m left crimson from the scalding heat it leaves behind. Heat that makes every nerve ending in my body tingle and buzz from the sensation.

His cock, long and perfectly erect juts toward me straining in an arc with the slight hint of precum on the tip of the fat mushroom head.

I look him over and I find I can’t make my brain work other than to look. He’s all for me. All mine and all I want. Salvatore Giordano is all mine and not anybody else’s tonight.

His grin turns cocky the longer I stare. “Please tell me you’re still on the pill,” he states. “I want to feel you.”

“Yes,” I answer. That yes falls from my lips easily, like I was programmed to say it by default.

Like yes would always be my answer.

He steps out of his pants and kicks everything else to the side. Then the godlike man climbs on the bed and comes to me, naked and perfect. He cups my face and presses his lips to mine, resuming the wild frenzy of hungry kisses we shared in his lounge.

This is it now. The part where we put aside what we were and become what we are.

What we will be.

What we can be.

His lips leave mine and he kisses his way right down to my pussy where he nuzzles his face again, licking to arouse me all over again.

He rises when I start moaning and parts my legs so he can guide himself to my opening and line his cock up against my pussy lips.

His eyes are on mine though, piercing and intense.

“This is it Mimi,” he husks, gripping my hips. I feel certain that if I were anybody else he wouldn’t say that, but this is the end of the line and we’re about to cross it.

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